I really wish we got more into Squallâs head when Rinoa first asks him to dance. Of course, we can imagine. And make it really funny.
Squall leaning against the column, resting bitch face at the ready. He sips from his champagne glass.
Squall (Internal Dialogue 1): This is fucking ginger ale.
Squall (Internal Dialogue 2): Dude, weâre seventeen.
Squall (Internal Dialogue 1): Yesterday, I killed like fifteen guys. I think I can get a damn drink.
As the intense, internal argument rages inside his head, Squall glances up at the night sky through the enormous sky light. A shooting star blazes into his view. He follows its descent until his eyes land on a pretty girl in a white dress. Their eyes meet and she smiles at him, pointing towards the sky.
Squall (Internal Dialogue 2): Shit! Eye contact! What do we do?!
Squall (Internal Dialogue 1): Relax. Itâs just eye contact. Itâs not like sheâs gonna come over.
Rinoa begins to approach, her eyes never leaving Squallâs.
Squall (Internal Dialogue 2): OH FUCK!!! Sheâs coming closer!
Squall (Internal Dialogue 1): Hey, she looked us in the eye! She needs to take responsibility! Maybe weâll get lucky and sheâll tell us not to stare like a creeper!
Rinoa: *walks up and smiles* Youâre the best looking guy here. Dance with me?
Squall (Internal Dialogue 2): *crying hysterically*
Squall (Internal Dialogue 1): I canât do this, man! Just ignore her! Maybe sheâll go away!
Squall: *turns away and takes a sip of his drink*
Rinoa: Let me guessâŠyouâll only dance with someone you like.
Squall (Internal Dialogue 1): Good! She took the hint! Now we gotta sneak out and not talk to anything for a month. Thatâll make us feel better.
Rinoa: Ok then. *her hand shoots up, her fingers inches from Squallâs face* Look into my eyesâŠ
Squall (Internal Dialogue 2): *dies*
Rinoa: *chanting and twirling her fingers* Youâre-going-to-like-me, youâre-going-to-like-meâŠdid it work?
Squall (Internal Dialogue 2): *revives* Fuck, weâre in love. Talk. Use words. We know those. WOO HER!
Squall (Internal Dialogue 1): Bullshit! We can still get out of this! Observe!
Squall: âŠI canât dance.
Squall: (Internal Dialogue 2): You weak-ass motherfucker. How dare you stand against destiny?!
Rinoa: Youâll be fine. Come on. *grabs Squall by the arm and starts dragging* Iâm looking for someone. I canât be on the dance floor alone.
Squall (Internal Dialogue 1): NOOOOOOO!!!!
Squall (Internal Dialogue 2): YEEEEESSS!!!
I hope I have conveyed the internal struggle of one Squall Leonhart to the satisfaction of everyone. I love torturing characters. Itâs fun.
VII, VIII and IX are very near and dear to my heart.